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There was a lot of question asking and the most frequent one was "Why is Sakura so surprised? Syaoran is her husband, and if she's virgin?" Well, first of all, yes, Syaoran IS Sakura's husband. But keep in mind that they were married by order of their parents, so they were forced. Secondly, they both each of their own lover, so of course even if they WERE married, they would never have sex together, which would mean betraying their lovers. That said, Sakura IS- or rather WAS after the last chapter- a virgin. Not any more.
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Chapter 3: One night, one result.
Syaoran instantly jerked awake, shocked by the scream that had woken him up, last night's events drifting in his head.
"Shit!" he cursed silently, how could he have let his hormones control him like so? Turning around, a naked, shocked and angered Sakura covered his view.
"How, How could you!" she screamed through tears. She was saving herself for her TRUE love, her TRUE husband, and now, just through one night of drinking, she had lost herself, lost her purity, her innocence. She felt dirty all over.
"Can you calm down?" Syaoran asked in a tired voice, not getting why she was so angry. "We ARE married-" he got cut short. Sakura's hand had flown towards his face, a loud slap, and an angry hand mark rested on his left cheeks, stinging against his flesh. His eyes immediately turned cold, he stared at her.
"Don't you even DARE say that!" she screamed, "Remember, I married you under force, other wise I would have never EVER have had the misfortune to meet you. You call yourself a gentleman. I was drunk god damn it!" Sakura cried, taking the sheets and wrapping it around her frail body. She stood up, gathering her clothes.
"You will not move." Syaoran ordered angrily, standing up himself. He grabbed his robe from beside his bed. Even the sight of just the thin bed sheet around her womanly curved body made him harden. Sakura flashed him an angry stare.
"You have no right to command me. I am not your servant or slave, or am I like that slut of yours that bends to your every whim." Sakura stated coldly, her emerald gems clouded with anger. And with that said, she silently walked out of the room, soft sniffles and sobs drifted into the corridors.
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After arriving at her room, she threw off the sheets and stepped into the shower, opening it. Steam rose up into the air as she huddled herself at one corner of the shower room, the water continually beating against her skin, her hair wet and dripping. She openly cried, tears flowing down her face. She continued to rub her towel against her skin, hoping, praying to wash away the dirtiness she was feeling. But she knew, as her skin turned red with each rub, it could not be gone. She was defiled. Her innocence was taken from her without her consent… just like how she was married without her consent. She had lost a woman's most precious gift, her virginity. The very precious gift she had wanted to save for her one true love. Not the so called husband she was forced to be with.
"Oh God! Why?" Sakura wept, her head buried in her arms. The area between her legs was throbbing softly. There were soft bruises around her inner thighs and soft red spots were on her neck, her breasts and nipples. Sakura stayed there for half an hour, crying over the lost.
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Syaoran gingerly touched his stinging cheek where a visible hand print was seen.
"Damn." He winced, the woman had strength. He couldn't go to work today, not being seen as this. He didn't see what the big deal was. She was, after all, legally his wife. She didn't care about Gwen and he didn't care about her relationship with that James Lau person. She should be pleased. Many would be jealous of her. Many would die to just sleep in the same bed with him, let alone have sex.
"I am not your servant or slave, or am I like that slut of yours that bends to your every whim."
She was different, he knew. There was a nagging feeling inside him, was it guilt? She was drunk last night.
"But she made the moves on your first."
Ah… his conscious…. He thought he had gotten rid of it. Somehow, he knew things were just getting started. He closed his eyes; last night's images came back to him. Her slim body, her womanly curves, her long legs, her flat stomach, her perfect breasts, her soft, silky strands of hair he held onto, the way her eyes would close in ecstasy, the way her hands would grip against his body, pushing closer against him, the way she begged for more, the way she screamed in ecstasy, the way how he just seemed to just drown inside her warmth…
He felt himself harden again he cursed. This girl made him hunger for her, made him want her. As inexperience as he was, she could please him so much more.
"Get a hold of yourself." He growled, splashing cold water onto his face.
"You don't want her."
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He came down to find tension between himself and Sakura thick.
"Well serves you right for what you did to her." His conscious said. He mentally cursed. He felt her cold eyes shooting daggers at him, wishing him nothing but an extremely painful death. He poured himself some coffee (extra dark) and sat across from her, silence enveloping them. The maids, finding the silence between both master and mistress intimidating, had rushed out of the room as soon as the two had been caught sitting at the same table. His hands unconsciously touched the stinging flesh on his cheek and could see from behind his bangs a cold smirk that flew by her baby featured face.
"You deserved that." He heard her mumble.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked in his most courteous voice.
"Cut the crap." She snapped coldly, "I said you deserved everyone bit of that slap, and maybe a little more." And she stood up noisily, and stomped off to the other room. He glared darkly at his dark coffee,
"Woman…" he mumbled.
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One week later
Right at that moment, Syaoran would have given up every penny he had to get a pair of ear plugs. The sound of Sakura throwing up was getting to his nerves, more than that, it started to get to the lunch he had just ate. She had been at this for a week, and the nagging feeling continued to grow stronger, as if something was prepared to happen. Something big.
Sakura exited pale faced from the washroom for who knew so many times. She might as well throw a bed over the tub and sleep there because she's been in there more than she's been in her own bed. Fear started to rise from her gut, recognizing certain signs. She had been extremely picky on her food; she would throw up when smells she used to love drifted to her nose, or for no absolute reason. Passing the calendar beside Syaoran's office, she immediately froze on her spot. One week… she was one week late... it was supposed to come one…week…ago…near the time of the…party…
"Oh lord…" she gasped. Her head felt dizzy and as all blood drained from her head. She started to waver. Syaoran ran out, seeing her body fail. Sakura felt a pair of strong, safe arms wrap around her and all turned black.
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Sakura slowly came to. Her head was aching and her body felt weak. She opened her eyes to find herself in a white room.
"Where… where am I?" she croaked. A friendly face came to view.
"Mrs. Li, glad to see you in the world of the waking." She smiled, her gentle red hair tied up.
"I-who are you?" she asked bluntly, her headache temporarily blinding her. The doctor smiled.
"My name is Kaho. I'm your doctor." Kaho said. Sakura nodded, slowly getting up.
"Hello." She said softly. Kaho nodded.
"Mrs. Li, I've just ran a body check for you." Sakura gulped, "I have wonderful news. I suggest your and your husband prepare an extra room for a addition to your family." Kaho beamed. Sakura's heart immediately pained. It was true. She was pregnant, pregnant with his child, Syaoran's child, her child, their first child, through a one night event. Sakura's eyes filled with tears. Mistaking her tears for happiness, Kaho continued smiling.
"Please, don't tell my hus-husband yet." She forced the word out, "I, want to surprise him." She lied. Kaho nodded understandingly.
"Of course, I need to remind you, how ever, that you will need to return for a daily check up, once a month should be fine." Kaho said. Sakura nodded, before leaving. Syaoran was outside, waiting for her.
"What are you doing here?" she said quietly, not having enough energy to muster up her cold voice. Syaoran raised his eyebrow.
"I'm sorry for trying to help you when you fainted outside my office." He said sarcastically. Sakura stayed silent and Syaoran, despite of himself, started to grow worried.
"What? No angry retort, you don't feel like biting my head off?" Syaoran said cautiously Sakura just walked tiredly in front of him.
"We're expected at your mother's." Sakura said silently.
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Syaoran's Mercedes arrived half an hour later. Yelen was outside the large, white mansion, waiting for them.
"Xiao Lang, Ying Fa, it is a pleasure to see you again." Yelen greeted, accepting a kiss on the cheek from her son. Sakura however, looked tired.
"Ying Fa, my dear, is something wrong?" she asked her daughter-in-law. Sakura gulped,
"I… have news. May we go inside?" she asked softly. Nodding, the two followed the young woman. "I, have something to say."
Syaoran looked questioningly at his mother, whom also had no clue.
"Ying Fa is something wrong? Are you sick?" Yelen asked. Sakura shook her head. Chocking back her tears, forcing the tears back from her eyes, she managed to croak out,
"I'm one week pregnant. I-I just found out."
Yelen's expression could have been the happiest expression on could have. The Li Family will finally have an heir.
Syaoran's face was well beyond shocked. She was pregnant… she was pregnant…she was pregnant… she was pregnant! From one night! He couldn't believe it, one night, and he was going to be a Father? He looked up and saw that Sakura's face held not a single bit of excitement.
Sakura looked down, studying the ever so interesting floor. Tears silently rolled down her face. How am I going to live? How am I going to tell James?
A mess of jet black hair that belonged to her boyfriend stayed behind the large door, shock in his expression, and a flicker of anger in his eyes.
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A/N: OHH and now things get interesting.